Lila
Nina dropped me off at my house. Before I got out of her car, she asked, “Why is your mom home?”
I saw my mother’s car parked in her spot on the driveway. That’s a great question; my mother is never home at this time.
“I don’t know?” I replied, turning to Nina.
Her eyes widened. “Well, good luck, I guess.”
I let out a breath. “Yeah,” I said, turning to open the door.
I waited until Nina drove away before going inside the house. My mom being home right now isn’t good.
I opened the door and stepped into the house, only to find my mom lying on the couch.
“Mom?” I called, looking at her.
“Why does this s**t always happen to me?” she said, staring up at the ceiling.
Looks like my mom is going to be dramatic. Whenever she says that line, it’s clear she wants attention.
“What happ
